A push pop of piss.

[copter_____l337]

My mind is pregnant with creative juices.
Top lip caught on the wire of an elevator.
A whisper through Grand Delaur Concubine.
Some are daydreaming into the rainbow vein.
Others lie in lusts of polygamist fantasies.
Where do I fit in there? Lost in room 11-11.

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hey chelse

[oneofhonor]

what u been up to
i was hoping we could just talk when u get a chance give me a ring u know my digits. we used to have some great convos and i miss having sombody to talk to about art
oz